Luyện nghe bài hát Public Enemy No. 1

Yo, Chuck, a move, man
I was on my way up to the studio
Ya know what I'm An' this brother stop me an' ask me
"Yo, with that brother Chuckie D? He swear he nice"

I said, "Yo, the brother don't swear nice, he knows he's nice"
Ya know I'm sayin'? So Chuck, I got a feelin'
You him into a Public Enemy, man

Now remember line you was kickin' to me
On the way out to L.A.
While we was in the car, on our way to the
Well yo, right now, kick the bass for them
An' let them what goes on, what goes on

Well, I'm all in, put it up on the
Another rapper shot down from the mouth that
1, 2, 3, down for the
The result of my lyrics, oh yes, no

Cold rock rap, supreme
Is what I an' I use, I never lose to a team
I can go solo, like a Tyson bolo
Make the fly girls wanna have my

Run in their and hang it on the wall
In remembrance I rocked them all
Suckers, ducks, ho hum MCs
You can't rock the kid, so go cut the

Take this application of rhymes these
My red hot, 110 degrees
So start bassin', I'll start placin'
on that? You'll be disgracin'

You an' your mind from a beatin' from my
A for a crime that I can't find
I'll you my gun, my Uzi weighs a ton
I'm Public Enemy number one

One, one, one
One, one, one, one

You got no rap but you to battle
It's like havin' a boat but you got no
'Cause I never pause, I say it
I don't break in stores but I break all

Written sittin', all fittin', not bitten
Givin' me the that your not gettin'
I'm not a law obeyer so you can tell mayor
I'm a non-stop, rhythm, rock poetry

I'm the player, the ozone layer
A battle, what? Here's a Bible, start your
This to the wise is justified
If ask you what happened, just admit you lied

You just got a for goin' out of order
An' now you're servin' football teams their
You messed the master, word to Chuck
An' I'll wax cold tax, sure you got dunked

You just got dissed, all but
duck MCs, you get me pissed
It's no fun on the run
they got me, Public Enemy number one

One, one, one
One, one, one

Don't you know, you know?
I got a of a force to back me up
out, we got never the match
Ambush attack, on my back, teamin', get creamed

So we have us, so you're
Wanna hear it again? We got a
Enemy down, the L.I. circuit
it Chuckie D, myself an' K.G., Flavor, DJ Melody

Oh yes, I presume the tunes that make us groom
To make all the swoon
But it's the words from our direction, a gold boy session
like Bruce Lee's Chinese connection

On stereo, never mind, yo
All wax, yes, I'm talkin' about
They said, "Stop, freeze", I got up
Because I'm Enemy number one

One, one, one
One, one, one
One, one, one

For all you suckers, liars and cheap
Your up wires are always startin' fires
You up criers, now here's a pair of pliers
Get a job your mother, I heard she fixes old dryers

You have no desires, father fixes tires
You try to sell ya equipment but you get no
It's you they never hire, you're never on
'Cause you an' crew is only known as good triers

Known as the poetic, political, son
I'm Public Enemy one

One, one, one
One, one, one
One, one, one

Yeah, that's right, Chuck, man, that's what you do
You gotta tell them just like that, ya what I'm sayin'?
'Cause yo, man, let me you a little somethin', man
brothers runnin' around, hard headed

They get a little jealous, ya know I'm sayin'?
Just like that, ya know, they try to bring you with 'em
But yo, Chuck, you let 'em know
Who's who in the of beat

You let 'em know that this is the 80's
An' we can get all the
An' in the we got a fly Mercedes
An' that's the way the story
That's the way the story goes